Best Demons Poems
On the eve of All Saints Day known as Halloween
We've a night where nothing is ever as it seems
Abraham, Martin and John hosted a grand ball
In heaven’s huge castle, a white marble town hall
Dancing and singing just like every other day
One old soul grew weary of celebrating this way
She found nothing special in the harps and trumpets
A more exciting venue she had come to covet
St. Peter partied, his gate was unattended
So to a room below the bored soul descended
A place where heavy metal was all the rave
Deadheads converged to stomp violently on graves
She was tempted to join in their revelry
As demons eyed her with curious envy
One grabbed her halo, howled when it burned his hands
Others confronted her with obscene demands
Only then did she recall escaping this place
When God sacrificed his son, mortal sin to erase
Although hands of the wicked tried to hold her down
She struggled, pushed forward and made her way uptown
Fearfully she cried while knocking on heaven’s gate
St. Peter found her in this emotional state:
“Why didn’t you learn to resist temptation,
During your tenuous Earthly incarnation?”
At a loss for an answer, she pled for mercy
And Peter felt inclined to deem her unworthy
But the Master heard her prayers, granted a reprieve
He blessed her and uttered, “Welcome home again, Eve.”
Her departure from Eden seemed so long ago
And now most certainly one thing she did know
She should have stuck with Adam when he first said, “No”
Instead of bobbing for apples with the demons below
* For Tony Brooks' “Halloween Hustle” contest
My thoughts whirring
When life freezes the blood
Actions that burn in hell
A fire that burns forever
Terror - their empire of hate
Fearless, they control our destiny
Terrible destruction done by weak and miserable people
They mark their strength as animals, with deposition of urine
"Hell on Earth" these demons will inflict upon mankind
Of human destruction and evil, woe and shame
How likely we can find "The Earth's Paradise"
I look far around, but not close
We want to live in butterfly harmony
From wing to wing - of their joy and dance
29 - 05 - 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
Wake up in my real world
Forever condemned in dark shadows
Release the power of demons
No light ... a black nothing, bats enjoying the place
Their fangs are the tools of their lust for human flesh and blood
The demons have chosen me to give birth to their children
It is not love
Brutal rape
Chained in their power
Inferno of fire, blood, death and hell
My days are numbered
Whoever betrays the demons get to taste the whip
A nightmare twenty four hours a day
Even in my dreams, they haunt my soul
Attacked of demons I am
My psyche is completely collapsed
Find myself in a pure terror condition
I would rather want to die as soon as possible,
than to fight the demons
The animal is the Devil himself
15.03.2016
-Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Defence was
built up over
many years and
impermeable
Nobody knew
about the secrets
Your life painting
in beautiful colors
so that it is
nice to admire
by others
Fragile as
butterfly's wings
but no illusion
Love restricted
From subject to object
in just a moment
To meet the knife edge of the gaze
When we look at each other
The truth
Bury your demons
Make meaningful choices
The values of life must be harvested
20.04.2014
A-L Andresen :)
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
in inky blackness of night,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band;
submit without a fight.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Running with the evil intent of command,
black thoughts now shocking white,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Misery becomes too much to withstand;
the balm of slumber bright.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand.
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Craving only grief's respite,
I turn towards the waiting light.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
The harsh winds bite at my very soul
Alone I sit, waiting for the fight to commence
Heart racing, sweat pours despite the cold
Caution…not today
The warrior reaps the spoils
Cowards merely pray
Scars are reminders
Painful, but not fatal
Lessons of a fighter
Forward! I march to claim what is mine
Steel raised above my head
My sword of truth transcends time
Seize the day!
Lord steady thy hand
Use wisdom, guide my way
The moment is now
Not past heartaches
Nor future vows
Slay the demons, for they must fall
Thrust thy sword deep
Only then will I hear Victory’s call
She appeared through the darkness,
Crawled into my bed
Twisted herself right into my head.
She cast a spell
That would last all night
And dissipate with morning light.
I would tell you
If I could
She spoke a language not understood.
I was mesmerized.
I couldn't resist.
I followed her right into a mist.
Reds and blues
Purple-ish shades.
Lit up this scene in a beautiful way.
Then she stopped.
Right at the edge.
Lifted her arms as if making a pledge
A burst of colors
Gold, yellow and white.
It would impact my vision as an incredible sight.
She started to rise,
Up off the ground,
Slowly...slowly started spinning around.
I was mesmerized.
Didn't know what to think.
In a way Ifelt I had too much to drink.
She started to glow.
And the glow just got brighter.
I had this sensation of feeling much lighter.
I could see past her beauty
For the very first time.
At the very same moment scared out of my mind.
I observed my surroundings
And then looked below
I look to be floating and appear to be gold.
All of a sudden I felt her touch
This might sound crazy
But this was too much.
I had this sensation
A burning desire
At any moment I could burst into fire.
Incredible beauty.
Yet she terrifies me.
I must get away but don't know how to break free.
I can't run away
She's inside my head.
I know I'm asleep, asleep in my bed.
The room smells, wall paper peeled,
reveals children's scribbles—
small smiles, suns, pink trees
Windows high with curious robins on sills
wind moans through cracks
sun dances branches on the walls
A man pounces the piano with gusto
five, six, seven, eight!
I ply and jump, forget about him
But in the background, invisible, one
terrifying presence pairs with old grandeur
j'ai peur
Late that night my violin
sang its song near perfection—
sharp, shrill
***
July 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Depression demons go away; joy has lost its way…
Depression demons; stop injecting your venom in my soul...
I can taste your pain in my veins
Feel your cold and bitter despair in my air!
I smell your stench; it’s wicked as an old wench
You make my mood move like a thunderous storm
Put my mind in a constant state of morn...
Depression demons go away; please send joy my way…
Depression demons, stop haunting me
Release your grip and set me free!
You are not welcome; please leave me be
There’s no place left; as you well see
No place for your misery...
Depression demons go away; for JOY today I pray…
Lay
Demons
Deliriously dancing, destroying, dehumanizing decent desires
Attending adequate, amiable attractive, adoring ambient
Angels
...syllable count - 2,19,19,2...
April.03.2020
Let the Pens Flow - Antonym Poetry
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In eternity past, God would ordain
a place to which Satan would appertain.
Darkness ruled in this void and vile domain
wherein grief, grudges and greed were germane;
addicted to force, would Lucifer wane?
Outright rebellion goes against God’s grain,
His plan called for a selfless Savior slain.
Demons tried to distract this one in vain;
from the world’s evil, He vowed to abstain
and pledged earthly woes to gladly constrain.
Destined to be a Redeemer who’d reign,
He drained himself of glory, heaven’s gain.
Jesus, the Christ, chose the cross and its pain,
suffering rejection, mankind’s disdain.
Mercy, grace, love and justice, His campaign.
August 5, 2019
contest: Emile Pinet, Eight Word Challenge
Faces of Terrifying Demons
Some look into the Demon dark
And are engulfed
Crushed and torn apart
These poor souls
Descend to the narcotic escapes
Or turn to face the world
In return
With violence, anger and hate
Or fall at last
In the suicidal ends of life
Some prefer never to look
At all
Into the blank black stare
Of their mirror
They remain willingly
Oblivious to the monsters
Of the past
They reflect dumb
Silent hearts
Shrouded in casual attachments
Some know the faces
Of the ugly experience
And embrace it
Suckered into the apparent meaning
Of living on the edge
Of self torture
Predisposed they become
To feeding the evil
Once done to them
Lost souls they become
And some
Walk with trembling fear
Walk right into the deeper
Black scared shadow
They search the creepy threat
Of their night
Though sickened by the sight
In the memories
Of what had been done
With faltering and unsure steps
They shiver
Barraged by a choking terror
Though cowering still
They search
Until they find the lonely battered child
And take its poor frail hand
And lead it back out
Into the light
Some have with such compassion
And with such unwavering fortitude
Found existent despite their weakness
They emerge
The braver and more courageous
With such a gentle strength
That holds them steady
As they step from the foul and pitch
Made stronger
By the darkness
And the faces of
Terrifying Demons
I wander – lost in this eternal sleep
thirsty for the cooling scent of dewdrops
cold beneath the torrid noonday sun
locked in the blackened drape of silence
torturous – these strains of melancholy
aching for the distant touch of music
mourning life’s vibratory thrum
this curse of godless demons – this eternal sleep
devoid of all things beautiful
bereft of colors conflagration
lingering - forever wanting
death’s lie– this eternal sleep
5/17/2018
A Poem about DEATH Poetry Contest
sponsor – Broken Wings
Theme – “this eternal sleep”
At the cradle of my nightmares,
My future is a horror film,
I track my ghosts,
Like a junkie in withdrawal.
I am a true clandestine calamity,
A mass grave of silent suffering,
A candelabra of pain soothed by dirty money,
I hate the human race,
And I will never have a pet.
I am a loner addicted to silence.
I only write in the dark, to deathly sounds.
A mix of gloomy feelings,
I walk in the darkness of my imperfections,
My hands are no longer innocent,
Since I’ve handled weapons of war.
I am a child of the slums of the third world,
I know perfectly the orifices of misery.
Another damn sleepless night spent monologuing in the darkness of this cold room,
The devil covers his ears to the atrocities spilling from my confessions.
I’ve already used gunpowder
For a firework on the edge of legality.
I never agreed to sleep on an empty stomach,
I’ve risked my freedom since I was ten.
I’ve learned to walk among hungry beasts.
I’m already at war with my demons,
I know I’ll end up in the flames.
I know I have no right to trust a human being,
Being a slave to shine is impossible.
My enemies squat in my imperfect flesh.
I don’t smoke crack,
I don’t smoke cannabis,
I don’t snort cocaine,
I don’t drink alcohol,
I sometimes burn a few cigarettes.
I avoid psychotropics,
I’m not a poet,
Just a tormented mind,
Prisoner of infernal loops,
Where murder scenes repeat endlessly.
My tears stopped flowing down my cheeks
Since I saw my friend crushed by a logging truck.
I am an angry man with murderous impulses,
I commit suicide each time in this same nightmare that has repeated since my childhood.
I’m approaching fifty,
I’ve stopped meditating on the whims of the reaper,
I’ve stopped wandering in graveyards.
Let the universal force show mercy on my impure, tainted soul
By the poisons of lust,
I accumulate transgressions to have a throne in the furnaces of hell.
I don’t believe in paradise, but I know I’ll burn in the abyss’s celestial flames after my twilight.
A deep philosophical reflection in the ramblings of my delirium.
I hate the spotlights like those criminals on the run,
Too many regrets hidden in the closets,
A clean criminal record like the entrails of Christ’s mother.
I blaspheme to darken my divine fragment.